My back aches at the thought
of another sleepless night
Maybe I'd feel more comfortable
laying in a coffin
Boarded up and boxed away
Eternal darkness
Submerged under cold earth
with no one but worms for company
Yeah. I think I'd prefer it.
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A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
